Filtered against evil Who: Sarah and open to Clone Club (because pretty certain Cosima will hear the commotion through the wall) What: Lucifer sent Sarah a gift. When: Sunday evening Where: Sarah and Alison's apartment Warnings: Sarah's known for her potty mouth, blood-stained t-shirt, everything else TBA
Things were getting bad, Sarah was aware of that. She was extremely grateful that she'd taken the classes and gone to the hunter's camp as she now knew how to best defend herself, Alison and Cosima. While she wasn't the most expressive with her emotions, Sarah would fight to protect the other two to her last breath if she had to. Underneath her gruff exterior, Sarah had a heart and she cared more than she sometimes realized. She'd fought to protect them as best as she could in their world, and she'd do the same in this one. Of course, the armies of Hell were vastly different than the scientists and monitors and psychotic religious fanatics, but Sarah was armed with the tools she needed to survive in this world. And she would see to it that Alison and Cosima survived here. Sarah really was braver than she thought she was. Perhaps in this place she would come to believe that even more if she could somehow get through this and survive with Alison and Cosima.
Coming back into the flat she shared with Alison, Sarah went to sit on the couch in an attempt to calm down. Things were escalating, and she was anxious as it was because this was a fight that wasn't hers and she didn't like not knowing what was coming. However, as she moved to sit down, she noticed a black shirt sitting on the table. She thought it was odd given Alison rarely let things just sit where they didn't belong for very long. So she reached down and picked it up.
"We make a family, yes?" Came an all too familiar voice from behind her. Dropping the shirt and jumping, Sarah let out a shriek of surprise, her eyes darting around. It was impossible.
"Helena?" Sarah asked, her heart pounding in her chest. She was completely oblivious to whether or not Alison was even there currently. Looking down at the shirt, it had fallen and she could see part of the logo on the front of it. Sarah's eyes widened and again she picked it up and once again heard Helena's voice from behind her. Again she jumped and turned around, her eyes widening further as anxiety put her on the edge. But this time she didn't drop the shirt and she unfolded it to see that it was her The Clash t-shirt covered in Helena's blood. Crying out and recoiling, Sarah threw the shirt as far away from her as she could. As she did so, all she saw in her mind's eye was the moment when she was looking up at Helena standing over her and Sarah pulled the trigger of the gun that had been in her hand.
And quickly, she shifted from fear and anxiety into anger. Anger was her defense mechanism. "You think that's funny, yeah? Get a good laugh out of that?!" Sarah exclaimed, directing it at Lucifer or whoever had sent that to her. The anger was rising if only because she couldn't properly deal with the fact she'd killed someone. Yes she hadn't liked Helena, but that didn't mean she was okay with killing someone. Because at the end of the day, Helena had been a living, breathing person. A screwed up person, but a person nonetheless. Unable to really deal with what she was feeling, Sarah grabbed the nearest heavy object and hurled it against the wall (consequently the wall adjoining Cosima's apartment) and let out a cry of rage.